Endless – a poem.

Endless

 

The air is endless.

The grass is endless

Water is endless.

There are endless numbers of fish.

There are endless numbers of insects.

There are endless numbers of animals.

 

Trees are endless.

Humans are endless.

The planet is endless.

 

But no.

Only the sky is endless.

 

Opher 28.10.2018

 

 

We treat everything as if it is endless. Unfortunately it isn’t. We are in grave danger of finding out that everything is really finite.

Our greed is probably endless though!

4 thoughts on “Endless – a poem.

  1. “Grave”danger is right. We are also not endless – at least in our current forms or incarnations. Like everything before us, it’s ashes to ashes dust o dust. So, let us try to do as much good as we can while we’re here. Fight for justice as you say. Speak out for truth.

      1. To quote Hank Williams: “No matter how I struggle and strive, I’ll never get out of this world alive”

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